[ There is no attempt to evade or resist a third hug. Ciri leans into him, closing her eyes for a few moments. Her voice comes out barely louder than a whisper, and entirely serious this time. She'd snapped at him before, preoccupied and stressed as she had been, but his genuine concern for her is just as genuinely moving; she appreciates it more than she could say. ]

I know. [ She has too good an idea, in fact, after finding Roach alone those months ago. ]

I'm here now.

[ Her eyes glimmer with suspicious dampness as she pulls away, but then she snorts and gives Jaskier a (very gentle) little shove. ]

Yes, yes, I'm eager to remedy the smell as you are. Give me a few minutes. Bring the mead.

Then, we'll talk.